Lifetimes depend upon gentle compassion given
to a child when death is near.
Reach out through grief and make the burden
of sorrow easier to bear.
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As carefully as anyone can be, we all succumb to it’s free will and we live life to it’s fullest extent or we don’t.Our free wills mingle with those of life and we seem to always stand still or can’t stop.
Loving strands itself on islands without anyone to hold or talk to.
Where once was love of silk, satin and lace, now stoops an aged pile of rags, ruminating in dumps of life’s lost love.
Interesting conversations being said loudly enough for me to hear.
A listener not saying much, being polite so as not to upset the patient who cannot seem to stop talking.Random thoughts being regaled by the one who doesn’t ever give silence a chance to bring peace to his heart.Stopping to listen to another person might curb the urge to take over every conversation.After all, another…
Blowing my mind like a clarinet touching my soul,
Enveloping sounds, holding them closely, listeningto their tones with perfect pitch, relaxing torhythms of peaceful existence.
Tripping down lanes of drums, beating rhythms of my heart, skipping up and down chords of beautiful particles of nature.
Sensing all factions as they are divulged intrepidly in quiet aptitudes of being.